Aphrodite(18+) (Old asf)

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Hestia looked around the army of people and noticed her sister was missing amongst them and found Athena to come with her to check on the new mother and her children. "Do you think she has found them?"

She cursed Zeus for disabling some of their abilities. The walking felt as though it was taking forever. "I hope not. I do not want to imagine the things she will try to do to those children." Hera was known for her brutality and grudges against the children of Zeus that she didn't conceive. Especially the women he slept with. She was miserable and wanted him to be miserable along with her.

But Claire came. A small mortal woman, stealing his heart. He had been in love with Dione but her heart belonged to another, causing him to move on from her.

"Don't move a step!" Hera said, walking inside the small room. The children sensed the danger and whimpered, causing Aphrodite to feel despair in the hopeless situation. They were only an hour old and experiencing dangers beyond their control.

"Hera, you do not want to do this.." Hera looked at Claire and Aphrodite in disgust. In her eyes, they were the women that took everything from her.

"I don't want to... I need to, Aphrodite. I've waited for this moment so long and nothing will stop me." She growled out, attacking Claire. Claire had shifted and clawed at the woman's face, growling with anger. Her Lycan stood proudly.

Her large claws grabbed her by her head from behind, holding tight while she hovered above the ground. Hera thrashed and screamed in her hold, looking at the beast with fearful eyes, her powers gone and nothing able to save her. With a small tug, her head slowly detached from her body. Blood painted the walls while she roared loudly throughout Olympus, staking her claim.

She claimed the throne, Zeus, and her place amongst them all. The murderer of a deity took on their power, and in this case, Claire was not only the murderer but also the one who was connected to Zeus.

Aphrodite swelled with pride at her friend's newfound power before looking at her children that stared at her. "If I had to choose you or myself, it would be you. People do not understand a sacrifice as strong as that but I now do in such little time." She gave them each a small kiss before placing a small pendant in Amora's basket.

"Are you sure you will be fine?" Claire questioned when she turned back to her original state. Her body was covered in blood while she looked at Aphrodite in concern.

"I will never be fine with this... but they are not safe and they never will be." Aphrodite felt the tug at her heart as she looked at her innocent babies. She finally placed her sons in Amora's cot, letting them snuggle each other whilst they fell asleep.

The pendant immediately glowed brighter, before her babies disappeared in front of her eyes.

Hestia and Athena gasped in shock. Hera's body lay on the ground with a disfigured face, Claire was sitting with her knees to her chest to cover her bloody naked body, and Aphrodite sat weeping and sniffling in the corner with a baby blanket but no babies present.

"I... did she... ?" Claire nodded and Athena's face contorted to sadness. They held the grieving woman in their arms until she was ready to leave the room. She held the blanket to her chest, basking in the smell of her newborn children, never wanting to let it go.

Ares held his side, grunting in pain at the loss of the battle. He was so close yet so far from getting his bride and children. The delusional man groaned as he sat down, growling for the servant to come and heal his wounds.

But she was no servant. She looked at him in disgust and anger, but was glad he was injured. She knew it was only a matter of time before he died so that she can return to her family. Her family she spent decades trying to return to but it only ended up with her body bruised and a painful ache in her lower regions that took her dignity. But she could never fight a god.

He gave her a devious smirk as she began to stitch his wound, and she inwardly cringed at the open hole in his side. "You know, I believe your son gets his looks from their father more..." He inquired.

She paused, frozen at the mention of them. "Your daughter, however, I didn't get to see. I wonder if she is a whore just like her mother. I wouldn't be surprised. The women in your family seem to always be that way." She knew he was taunting her and said nothing. It wouldn't be the first time.

He would give her information on her growing family and in return, she would service him however he saw fit. She wailed in the corner the first time, being violated by a man other than her husband who she hoped was dead. He gave her a fate worse than death and used the love of a mother against her. How could someone be so cruel?

But this was the first time he willingly gave her information. She decided it was because she serviced him by healing, and not his torturous pleasures of the flesh. He continued to tell her how they mated a goddess, the most beautiful amongst them. How they had children now, and their brave fight against him which is how he got his wound.

But her happiness was diminished when he finally said his last words. "Don't fret though. I shall soon have my bride. I am not that cruel of a man to kill children so they will be given to their fathers to raise in hell. My plan will soon go through and all will be as it should be."

She fumed with rage. "Their bond is strong and cannot be broken-" Her words were cut off by the tight hold on her throat, whimpering.

"You have no right to speak and you surely have no place in this world to challenge me. You are merely a servant in my kingdom and you should act like it. Whore Queen."

He dropped her to the floor as she gasped in air, looking at him in hatred. "I hope my children end your pathetic life." She growled out, watching him smirk.

"They will fail."

Queen Talia looked away from him, wishing she was far away from that place. She missed so much time, being tortured in the dark cave. Her dreams filled with her two small sons and the dark-haired little boy they played with in the gardens.

Dione

Dione sighed as she took in the state of Olympus through the small globe. The beautiful titan was trapped in the mortal realm, with no way to go inside. She could only watch when it was too late. Her daughter's plan had been important.

As a goddess, she knew how important her babies were. They held gifts of awareness at birth and she had seen no other children like that. They had to be safe at any cost, even if she had to send them away and maybe never see them again.

Dione heard the small cooing and smiled softly. She held her hand over the bassinet and a small hand wrapped around her larger finger. She knew they recognized her without even meeting her. The triplets gave her a toothless smile, looking at the beauty of their grandmother.

Dione was surprised when she heard the cry of babies in her living room, but she wasn't surprised when she found out why. Aphrodite's pendant was the only thing that allowed her to enter her mother's realm but she gave it to the children. Dione looked at the burning Olympus and knew that Aphrodite had to get them out while she still could. A battlefield was no place for babies.

She only hoped that they survived the battle to see their children again.